An Open Letter To A Best Friend

Bea Pilotin – Writer

Dear Best Friend,

I hope this letter will find you safe and healthy.

You whispered to him not so long ago that you can’t go on without him. Hell, no, you can. You are strong and brave. You can go through this.

I know that pain sears through your heart and that’s perfectly okay. Memories are fine- you couldn’t touch them, smell them or hold them and they will fade with time.

Remember your memories but don’t be afraid to make some more.

It’s time to open the window of your soul and let fresh air comes in, to free it to the ghost of the dark past.

It’s time to stop hiding in the dark. It has been so many years and the thought of meeting someone else is not even a consideration. Allow your heart to experience love.

It’s time to build the ability to create solitude in your loneliness. To build peace in your chaos, love in your hatred, happiness in your sadness and hope in your despair.

It’s time to stop looking for the monster under your pillow and dissolve your tears into laughter.

It’s time to hold your head up high, to come face to face with the truth and live a beautiful life without holding back.

It’s time to experience more happiness, more life, and more memories.

It’s okay. People we love don’t always stay in our lives.

They don’t always stay and pour us goodnight kisses before we go to bed and showering us morning kisses the moment we wake up the next day. They don’t always stay with us to have late night talks, the ones over a red wine or over a dinner. They don’t stay forever and give us a hug, the one that goes all the way through the body and hugs the deepest soul. They don’t always grow old with us. They don’t walk down the aisle with us. They don’t always die in our arms. They don’t stay with us until the infinity runs out. And that’s okay.

After all, this is the kind of life God has designed for us. The one that is asymmetrical and they don’t follow certain patterns of order, the one that has its own intricate designed pattern- circling, moving and returning anew. Notice the starry pattern in the sky at night and the pattern that the wind makes in the barren area of a landscape and the pattern of the raging waves of the ocean because tomorrow it won’t be the same anymore. Nothing stays in the same pattern forever. What was already happened in your life has meant to happen, perhaps to show you the way that leads you to another pattern, something new and something better.

It’s true, life is full of rough edges and full of pain and nobody is exempt from these realities. But I hope you find the solitude of your haven in order to pull the tattered edges of your soul together again.

Worry about tomorrow when it comes. I know you’re getting there.

Move on to the next chapter of your life, bringing wonderful memories with you, the experiences that would teach you and help you shape your future. It will be very difficult but in life, nothing is ever easy.

You see, you are given a wonderful gift: LIFE. At times, it’s cruelly taken away too soon, but it’s what you do with it that counts, not how long it lasts.

 

 

 

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